Quotes About Fleeting

Everything is impermanent: happiness, sorrow, a great meal, a powerful empire, what we're feeling, the people around us, ourselves.

We only borrow the breaths we take in life. Every breath we borrow we give back, including our last. In the end, no matter how we lived, we all die feeling owed.

All life is no more than a match struck in the dark and blown out again.

We like to think of life as a constant ... Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat.

Of human life, the most glorious or humble prospects are alike and soon bounded by the sepulchre.

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.

You don't live forever, at least in this life.

Life goes quickly, doesn't it?

That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.

Better a life like a falling star, brief bright across the dark, than the long, long waiting of the immortals, loveless and cheerlessly wise.

Life can seem rather unreal at times. Alive and well and loving one day. No longer there the next.

If there's another thing that sportswriting teaches you, it is that there are no transcendent themes in life. In all cases things are here and they're over, and that has to be enough.

Life is too god damn short and you can't waste a minute of it.

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.

Life is evanescent, but left to itself it rarely fails to offer some consolation.

Each moment of life is a step toward death.

Sometimes the hardest part of my job is the incessant reminder of the fact we're all trying so assiduously to ignore: we are here temporarily. Life is only ours on loan.

Your life can end in a flash before you even have time to know it's over. There is no safe. There is no control.

The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.

Today will never come again.

Life was such a strange thing, so permanent when one had it, so fleeting when it was lost- and those who lost it could never tell you what it was like, could they?

When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, When Death makes his arrest we have to go.

I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second.